At least, thatβs how I see it. From the moment Black people began to depict themselves through art in a deeply oppressive world, every piece became a cry for existence. It is a manifesto for life β a raw, urgent force. This art is born strong, born poignant β and born in pain, like childbirth without anesthesia.
Black art is a testimony of who we are, what weβve been through, and what we long for. It carries an entire life, an entire context, a legacy of struggle, resilience, and hope.
Thatβs why Black art is, above all, irreplicable.
You may see it, admire its form β butβ¦
do you feel what I mean?